There comes a time on every board where a lull occurs. A pause, if you will, where the tards swamp the readable threads, the FFXIers and their Moogles destroy anything of value written by the very few here who have anything worthwhile to say. It is frustrating to be sure, but hopefully I can distract them long enough with shiny designer created websites made just for the specific purpose of keeping them away from here for a while.
This is such a website, nearly guaranteed to hold said tards and Moogle#%@^ers at bay and in a permanent goto loop.
Look, tards and FFXIer mongoloids! Something shiny!
Now that they are mezmerized with the antics of like-minded poofters, let's talk, shall we? We are slowly folding in on ourselves, devolving into threads that attempt to elicit sympathy for being in a vehicle wreck, cancer, or having a husband who is a transexual. Of late we have seen a spat of relative unknowns ask about situations on the J-O-B and iPod Nanos. Katie has even poked her head in and decried kharma camping as if being a ***** somehow makes one immune from ratedowns for spreading social diseases.
What we need here is a wake-up call, a clarion bugle cry that stirs the mean streak, the big 'n' nasty side in us to come out and whomp on our fellow Asylumites. Granted, some of the big guns have fallen away. Those like Gitslayer, Tacosid, Smash, Thundra, even Moeb rarely post, and when they do there is little or no heat in their words. What I hereby propose is that we collectively agree to stop being nice to each other and once again make this a place where angels fear to tread and no0bs/FFXIers/light weights find themselves battered and beaten-- and possibly impregnated via a verbal gangraping.
I, for one, promise to henceforth be an unagreeable, viscious ******* to anyone and all. This is the new me. Or the new-old me if Taco is to believed. Watch your step around me, mother#%@^ers. Playtime is over. Who's with me?
Totem